Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1887-06-18
"ADOklSn CtXEY AND PATTI,
Trouble Caused by the Actors Dog
Ir.shman and Songbird.

Mr.. Henry T.. Dixey is the owner Of a
st. Bernard dog thai weighs perhaps 38U
pounds, and, after the fashion of the lamb
that was platonically attached TO Mary,
this dog accompanies Mr.. DiXey wherever
Mr.. Dixey goes. Twice across the ocean
and all over this continent makes Prince
the most extensive traveller OF the canine
kind. Mr. DiXcy and his leviathan dog
were having n romp through the fouror five
rooms occupied by the Clan DiXcy nj the
Hotel Richelieu. First Mr.. Dixey would
shut the dog up IN the folding bed and
hide himself in the wardrobe; then the
dog would break away from the folding
bed and begin a hunt for DlXey, humor-
ously tipping over tables and chairs, rs
humorously breaking the crockery, and
still more humorously accompanying his
Lbors with volcanic vocal eTup.ions eX-
pressive Of fear, hope, anticipation, JOY,
etc. This play lasted for about an lour,
Mrs. Dixcy sitting in the front room mean
while smiling ~contentedly II thinking 10
herself how much better ii was for Henry
to be passing Il quiet afternoon at home
than 10 be frittcring away his time III the
company of frivolous men about Own
But Nine. Patti, whose apartments at the
Richelieu are located directly under the
Dixcy rooms, must have thought different,
for while Air. Dixcy and his dog were in
the midst Of their genial sport-or, we
might say, while the festivities were at
their height, there came a knock at the
door and Nine. PATHS maid liortense,
looking like one of the "Two Orphans, !"
presented this message: Mime. Patti
complemonGs Nine. Dix-see, and Will
lime. Dix-see nave re goodness to make
her little boy stop to play wiz &c dogT'
Mr.. Dixey was highly indignant; he did
not rare 80 much for himself, but the in
suit to the dog was one that he could
scarcely brook. Next morning, as he lay
in his bed, he became cogniZant OF an an
gelic voice soaring in song-a voice so
heavenly that it stayed not in the porches
of his ear but penetrated to the innermost
recesses Of Mr.. Dixey's very soul and
filed his whole being with an ecstacy OF
incffable delight.
'lda, my dear" called Mr.. DiXey to his
wife, who was sewing in an adjoining
room.
"Wrhnt is 1t, Henry?'' she answered.
"You're in unusually good voice this
morning, my dear" said Mr.. DiXey. Il
don't know when I've heard you sing so
pleasantly"
"Why. Henry" exclaimed Mrs. Dixey,
Tive not bt-A singing; that was Nine.
Patti you heard-she is practicing Proch's
variations, and isn't it just too lovely''
But there was a cold, meaningless gilt
ter in Mr., DiXey's eye as he straightway
arose from his bed, donned trousers, and
put on one of his red Hibernian wigs. A
few moments later, when, in answer to a
brutal knock, Nine. Patti opened the door
of her parlor, the incompatible songbird's
sloe like orbs beheld what seemed to be a
gaunt, raw Irishman standing in the por-
tai. 'Misther Dixey's compliments to
yees, num-" said this hulking appari-
ton, "and wad yeez moind shopping the
tra-la4la- loo, num-, till Misther Dixey
have o bit Nv slapeP'- Chicago News.